Tag Archives: Backpacking

Travel has been one of the biggest influences on who I am today (aside from a few other minor details like “my amazing and supportive parents and how they shaped my character”, “my opportunity to obtain a quality education”, “my privilege that comes from being born who and where I was born”, etc). But you know,…

Central America is a popular route for foreign backpackers because it is beautiful, cheap, and, since it is about 34 times smaller than South America (I did math!!!!), you can cover way more countries in a short period of time. Why do you think I’ve spent so much time there myself? It allows me to…

So you are planning some sort of backpacking/volunteering/vacationing adventure somewhere in Central America, and you would like to know a few ways to act like less of a fool while you’re there. Good news–there is still hope for you, amigo! After spending time (shortest: a weekend; longest: eight months) in all of the Spanish-speaking countries in Central…

This post is about a recent travel adventure of mine, in Panama in early March 2014. I was going there to visit a friend, and my trip serendipitously happened to coincide with Carnaval. Our initial research quickly turned up a small town called Las Tablas, which we quickly learned is known by all Panamanians as being the…

This post was written just two weeks after I returned to the US after eight months in Honduras in 2011. It definitely still brings some seriously sentimental feelings back to my heart-place. I’ve been “home” for just over two weeks now, and the absence of The Little Things is already making its mark on…

This post was originally written in August 2011, towards the end of my eight-month stay in Honduras. Though that was nearly three years ago now, my visceral hatred of cockroaches still burns equally deep to this day. Greetings from Ocotepeque, Honduras, where the current temperature is estimated to be around 146 degrees Fahrenheit and people (me)…

This post was originally written in December 2011, looking back on my 8 months in beautiful Honduras earlier that year. …Tiptoeing along the top of a crumbling cement wall alongside the skinny dry-season version of a river, with Mauricio and Edgar behind me and two boys from the village scampering ahead of us. We playfully…